[The camera pans round the whole warehouse. Our group is in one corner, with a blackboard, showing a layout of the bank. We fade to black, and see the warning, and the theme song]
[South Park City Bank. People are coming and going. Some are at booths being served by cahiers. We hear a screech or tires outside]
Stan: <off screen> Let's go over this, Mr Orange, you guard the door. Mobody comes in or goes out. Mr Brown? Kyle: <off screen> I stay in the car. Stan: <off screen> Mr Blonde and Mr Blue? Clyde: <off screen> Ahhh, we handle crowd control. Pip: <off screen> Right-O. Stan: <off screen> Mr Pink and myself will take the manager in the back and make him unlock the safe. We're in there for the safe. We'll be out of there in two minutes flat. Cartman: <off screen> What if they don't wanna open the safe, you guys? Stan: <off screen> Dude, these places are insured up the ass. They don't give you any shit.
[Mr Pink, Mr White, Mr Blue, and Mr Blonde walk in, each has a .357 magnum and some attitude]
[The four raise their guns at different areas of the bank. We see Kenny guarding the door]
Clyde: None of you motherfuckers move! Pip: <unauthoratively> Yes, stay still.
[Stan points a gun at the staff]
Stan: Which one of you pricks is the boss?
[A clerk points to a man]
Stan: Move it, motherfucker. Cartman: <kicks the man> Sweet.
[Stan and Cartman disappear. We're still in the main part of the bank. We cut to a shot of the underside of a desk. We see a hand closing on a button]
Pip: <unauthoratively> Freeze, lady!
[The alarm goes off]
Alarm: BRRRINNNG!!! Clyde: Oh fuck!
[The safe room. The safe door is open and the manager has his hands behind his head, Cartman has a bag in his free hand. the alarm is heard, albeit quieter]
Stan: Fuck! Let's split!
[Cartman struggles, but after jumping on the manager's head a couple of times, climbs out of a window with the bag. We hear gunshots]
[The main part of the bank, Mr Blonde's gun is smoking, and we see three corpses. Mr Blue is nowhere to be seen]
Stan: <out of breath> Where's Mr Blue. Pip: 'Allo gentlemen. He split. Stan: <sees the corpses> What the fuck? Pip: They hit the alarm, so I killed them. Stan: 'Kay.
[Stan sees Mr Orange by the door still, Mr Orange beckons to Stan, and the two of them ket in the car, along with Mr Brown, who is driving]
Kenny: Get the fuck outta here!
[The car exits. For a split second, we see Mr Blonde, still in the bank]
[Outside of the bank, Mr Pink is waddling down a street. He has two cops behind him]
Cop: <off screen> Freeze!
[Mr Pink keeps running until he comes up to an intersection. He stops the first car that pulls up]
Cartman: Get out of the fucking car, bitch!
[The woman does so]
Cartman: Sweet!
[The cops fire another shot from off screen. It shatters the window]
Cartman: AY! You coulda killed me!
[Cartman hops in the car, firing two shots at the cops before he drives off in a cloud of smoke]